Am…musings

My regular puppy groomer has fallen off the face of the earth. She missed a pre-holiday appointment and isn’t returning calls. She had left Chewy’s hair a little long (the way I prefer it) the last time and with missing the appointment, he was very shaggy. He’s got a strange coat … curly like a poodle, but with a thick Bichon undercoat, which gets matted. I also think he may be allergic to kitties (Tiger Lily and the three he was staying with while I was on vacation) and his eyes and face were a little messy.

He’s never been the prettiest pooch, but he had a fluffy charm. And all the cute curly-Qs hid his gangly body and skinny bowlegs … not to mention his silly under bite. It also just fit his goofy personality (and his name … he’s Chewy short for Chewbacca).

But yesterday, I finally broke down and took him to another groomer. The results are not pretty (brace yourself):

I’m not going to name the new groomer because I think she had to do this to him because of all the tangles … although I wonder if the froofy-groomer in her kicked in because she just kept saying that he had an awesome coat that could … in effect … be tricked out like a show coat (yeah, maybe if he were prettier!). I just keep telling myself it’ll grow. And I’m trying not to make too much fun of him so he doesn’t get a complex.

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